ARIZONA
Mark Lindsay
She must belong to San Francisco
She must've lost her way
Posting a poster of Poncho and Cisco one California day
She says she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood
And colours of green and grey
And all you can do is laugh at her
Doesn't anybody know how to pray?
Arizona, take off your rainbow shades
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids
Arizona, hey won't you go my way?
Mmm, Strip off your pride
You're acting like a teeny-bopper run away child
And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint
Arizona, take off your hobo shoes
Arizona, hey won't you go my way?
(INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE)
Follow me up to San Francisco
I will be guide, your way
I'll be the Count of Monte Christo
You'll be the Countess May
And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood
And rolling the ball in the hay
And I will be reading you an Aesopīs fable
Anything to make you stay
Arizona, take off your rainbow shades
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids
Arizona, hey won't you go my way?
Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my
Arizona, get off your eight ball blues
Arizona, hey won't you go my way?
Come on, Arizona; take off your rainbow shades [fades by the end]